> Night Training > by Flammenwerfer > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- > Chapter Title > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Night Training By: Flammenwerfer It all began when Rainbow Dash (stupidly) injured herself while training too hard, as usual. All of her friends had been out to watch her practice and show off her latest moves for both praise and criticism… but then she decided to be her usual, dense self and attempt a dangerous move that she later, reluctantly, admitted to having absolutely no prior experience with. As a result, Dash pulled a back-muscle mid flight, seized up midair, and plummeted to the ground. Thankfully, it was not a maneuver that involved great height so the fall was definitely not as bad as it potentially could have been, but even the lush, flowing grass covering Ponyville Fields was not enough to cushion her harsh, gravity-facilitated descent. Spike had been the first one upon her, ever the loyal friend second only to Rainbow herself. By the time the others had caught up to him, he was already hefting Dashie up bridal style, much to her great chagrin, especially since she ended up not being able to walk nor fly due to a hairline fracture in her ankle and a nearly-torn back muscle, which aided in controlling of her magical wings. Naturally, Applejack would not let Rainbow live the whole scene down, and there was snickering between her and Pinkie Pie the entire journey to the hospital. While she did not have to remain there, Dash was not able to fly nor walk without the aid of crutches for the next couple of weeks, which meant she had to take time off of work and could not exercise her frustrations out… which as all of her best friends knew, was a recipe for disaster. Rainbow became completely insufferable in terms of attitude and outlook on life in general, like a hormonal teenager, when confined in any way, shape, or form. Thus, in preventing such a catastrophe from brewing, she stayed in Twilight’s Library in the guest room (she could not fly back up to her place) and the girls all did their best to get her out of the house and as much fresh air as they could. However, since schedules were not always flexible, Spike ended up tending to her the most. As any of her friends would agree, Dash was not one who liked being waited on hand-and-foot, nor feeling absolutely helpless to do even the most menial of tasks. Looking back on it, Rainbow was certain that she gave Spike more than his fair share of her attitude but he took it like a champ. What was worse was that both were subjected to lighthearted yet annoying jokes about them ‘cozying up’ to one another due to the amount of time they were forced to spend together… hell, Spike even had to be on standby in the bathroom when Rainbow Dash bathed (unless he was relieved by Twilight), which was another whole anthology of experiences on its own. His efforts and patience were certainly not lost on the prismatic-haired girl, though. Thinking back as she was daydreaming on the whole ordeal, Rainbow Dash, given the choice, would willingly have slammed herself into the ground over and over again if it meant the same outcome in which she was currently, happily standing. In the end, through an entire saga of pain, humiliation, irritability, and restlessness, Rainbow received more than a healed ankle and rejuvenated wing-muscle: she snagged an unlikely boyfriend in the process. “Yo! Earth to Dash… You awake?” Spike’s voice pierced her afternoon daydreaming, bringing her out of her pleasant reminiscing and back to the real world of Ponyville Fields, her preferred place of training and working out… though it held much deeper sentimental value to her now. “Yeah, yeah… can’t a girl space off once in a while?” Rainbow acknowledged, looking to her left to see Spike gazing at her with an amused expression. A flurry of thoughts entered her mind yet again upon gazing at her significant other of over a month, namely how much the both of them had changed each other in so little time, and in the best possible ways. “Yeah, but not when you’re the one who just told me to pay attention…” Spike pointed out with a jesting edge to his tone, the left side of his mouth curling up into a teasing smirk. It was certainly an interesting change of pace for the young man of draconic heritage, especially since he was in the ending stages of getting over an infallible crush on Rarity. That quickly changed when he was helping nurse Rainbow back to full health… what started as playful jokes aimed at the two of them from their friends quickly altered his perception of the situation, allowing him to realize that he indeed felt ‘closer’ to the athletic girl. As he slowly came to terms with this, he could not help but wonder if Rainbow Dash did, or would ever conceive of entertaining the idea, of reciprocating those feelings? “Right… anyway, we doing this?” Rainbow asked, ready to kick his ass in a little warm-up race they were going to have before they got to formally exercising. Simultaneously, she clapped her hands, bounced on her feet, and jogged her shoulders, ready to get the ball rolling… said bouncing was somewhat hypnotic for the young man for a number of reasons. “W-Well, we still kinda have to stretch... You know, like you said we would five minutes ago,” Spike added with a sarcastic edge, another product of their ‘mutual exchange of personality,’ so to speak. Even so, the little things that Rainbow did made sure to bring out his old, shy, unconfident self once in a while. When Spike came to terms with the fact that he liked Rainbow Dash, he wanted to be sure he could rationalize why that was the case… the girl had an incredible innate allure at first, but only in spending more time with her physically and merely talking to her did he understand that on all levels, Rainbow was amazingly attractive! “Damn, someone’s on their A-game today!” Rainbow Dash deflected the spotlight from her with praise to Spike, still not entirely comfortable with the idea of getting the lovey-dovey-reminiscing-butterflies-feelings suddenly. The two began stretching out, an activity that Spike had come to appreciate more and more for a huge number of reasons, one main one being the ability to see Rainbow Dash stretching herself out in often erotic manners. “Obviously not you,” Spike quipped, sitting down completely and reaching for his toes while Rainbow did the splits and reached backward, necessarily thrusting her chest into the air. It was little things like that, that Spike had come to notice when he helped Rainbow recover. Rainbow was not just beautiful… she was incredibly hot, and after many internal pilgrimages to find his soul, he was convinced that he indeed did want to seek a romantic relationship with the girl. After all, what was there not to like? Rainbow Dash, as mentioned before, was absolutely gorgeous in every sense of the word. Her body was meticulously well maintained with near-perfect muscle definition in all the right places that just made his mouth water every time she was semi-exposed, as if he was looking at a bowl of fresh gems. “Pfft, I’m always on my game, Spike… my D-game if ya know what I mean,” she jested, cracking a lewd joke in a manner Spike was oh so accustomed to. She ensured that her long, iconic rainbow hair was securely tied in a ponytail before she continued with her stretches. That was one of many small changes she made after getting together with Spike. While she was, by her terms, an invalid, Spike had to help her put some semblance of order to her normally short, unkempt hair since her terribly strained back muscle prevented her from lifting her arms up above her head to do so herself. Spike, in helping her out, had made a passing comment that her hair was ‘really awesome,’ and that it would look stunning if she grew it out. She definitely took that to heart upon discovering her own feelings for the well-mannered young man, and she would be lying if she said that she did not like the result. “Whatever you say, Rainbutt,” Spike replied, jokingly rolling his eyes, the girl’s cheeks coloring just a tad at his use of one of her pet names. For him, words and overall demeanor like that were the positive effects of Rainbow’s influence: Spike slowly but surely became much more confident and hilariously sarcastic and cheeky. Such personality transition was ushered in when Rainbow Dash nearly demanded that her new boyfriend be her workout partner. Thinking back on it, it was the greatest decision of his life, as Rainbow ensured that she whipped him into proper shape, helping him shed most of his remaining ‘baby fat’ and defining his own musculature, ergo the natural confidence boost. The sarcasm, though, Dash took complete credit for. Her formerly lanky, shy, yet still caring boy had been slowly but surely emerging from his shell. Due to the aforementioned, rigorous physical shape that Rainbow Dash held herself to, the result was that her ass was absolutely exquisite, an attribute Spike had grown to appreciate. What was surprising for him though, especially since she did a fantastic job of hiding it so well, was her unexpectedly large chest. Realistically, her boobs were not massive, but were quite sizeable for Dash’s build given the stereotype for athletic girls. In fact, he was so astonished, he felt compelled to make a passing comment to Twilight at this revelation in happening upon her in lesser amounts of clothes (completely slack-jawed), to which the lavender-haired girl affirmed that Rainbow was indeed blessed in ‘human capital.’ He had also learned, though not by asking, that her size was in the mid-high D-cup range. Moreover, the reason she purposefully wore baggier clothes in public was to not draw attention to herself, as she was apparently self-conscious about her assets. Spike could have sworn that he remembered a distinct tone of envy lacing Twilight’s words. “If you don’t stop eyeing me up, you’re not gonna finish your stretches, and you’ll have no hope of beating me,” Rainbow commented teasingly, purposefully exaggerating her stretch in sitting upright, then attempting to get her torso flush with the ground. The result was Spike getting more than an eyeful of cleavage courtesy of her tight cyan sports-top. She knew exactly what she was doing, and since day one, Rainbow always enjoyed teasing and riling up poor Spike, but he would ultimately get his revenge once he figured out what made her tick. She knew he was pretty much obsessed with her chest as she caught him staring every time he thought he was being sneaky, even when they weren’t dating… she never minded in the slightest and always found it flattering in the beginning. Flattery, though, quickly turned to ‘feeling sexy.’ Quite frankly, the first time the two ever kissed (which quickly became a full-on make-out session), Dash was surprised that he did not attempt to try and feel her up in any way… she would have let him, being completely honest with herself. It was at that point that despite her efforts to bring him out of his shell (which were working fabulously at that point in time), he never faltered in his respect for her. She had not admitted it to him yet, but that action, or lack thereof, meant quite a bit to her. “Ah, you underestimate my ability to multitask!” Spike proclaimed, intensifying his gaze and taking in all of Rainbow Dash’s body as he finished his stretch routine, never once tearing his eyes from her lovely assets. Eventually, he settled on locking eyes with her and the two initiated a stare-off. A gentle breeze wormed its way through his short, slightly-unkempt and spiky green hair and cooled off any trace of sweat that may have accumulated through the rigorous preparation, but it did little to subdue the heat in both of their cheeks as their expressions changed from playful competition to nigh-lustful. “Ready to get your ass kicked?” Rainbow asked challengingly, reviving full-force the competitive edge that really got the two of them going. “Yeah, right after you eat my dust…” Spike shot right back. While in the beginning he could not hope to ever compete with Dash at her best, the past four weeks had been great to his physical ability, enhanced by his natural draconic heritage. He had made enough progress where if he pushed himself to his current limit, he had some probability of beating the ever-more athletic beauty. Even if his chances were slim, he loved getting her competitive, cocky side to come out… it was one of the things he found oddly alluring about Rainbow Dash. She immediately came out of her stretch and bounded to her feet. “HAH! What makes you think you can take me, even in your dreams?” Rainbow continued to fuel the playful banter and knowing full well that there were no misunderstandings. Dash loved that Spike willingly trained with her and it was not the fact that he could match her step for step, but that he tried his best and overall, just wanted to be with her. She wanted to be around him too… more and more over these past weeks, she was finding out. “Well I got you to date me… so dreams obviously can happen,” Spike stated smugly without missing a beat, Rainbow Dash’s cheeks coloring deep red as a very familiar heat rose straight to her face. Spike was quick to capitalize when he discovered that one of her deepest weaknesses were corny, cheesy, dreadfully sappy one-liners. She averted her gaze from his own shit-eating one staring back up at her from the grassy ground. “You’re such a dork.” “And you love it,” Spike replied, but could not relish in his little victory since Rainbow brought him to his feet by the collar of his plain-grey fitted t-shirt. “Get up, loser. We’re gonna race!” “Alright, where to?” Spike asked, adjusting his purple workout shorts and ensuring his shoes were properly tied. Rainbow shielded her eyes from the sun with her right hand, scanning the seemingly endless expanse of Ponyville Fields that rippled like waves in the afternoon breeze. “See that divet in the grass?” she pointed, Spike gazing out and nodding when he ascertained where she was referencing. “First one there wins.” “Let’s do it!” Spike affirmed, hunching low and getting into a starting position, Rainbow assuming a similar one right next to him. “No tears when you cross second, okay?” Dash shot at Spike challengingly, to which he responded with a look of incredulity. “Yeah, okay Rainbutt.” “Go!” On Rainbow Dash’s word, they took off like lightning. In the end, the race was merely a straight line and though Spike put up an incredible ‘fight,’ his speed and stamina were not much of a match for Rainbow, the latter having crossed the designated finish line a full three seconds ahead of him. “Aaaaand would you look at that!” Rainbow yelled out loud, relishing in her victory as her lack of breath caught up with her. She had to give credit where credit was due, though: Spike had certainly improved by a longshot! “Heh… so you won. Gloat it up, Rainbutt!” Spike replied playfully, placing his hands behind his head to take in more air. Dash bumped his hip with her own at the third use of that name in the last fifteen minutes. Spike immediately bumped her back when she turned away, she immediately returning to face him with a determined grin. “What? You started it!” Spike pointed out but it was no use. As he had been a victim of many times in the past, Rainbow pounced on him and forced him to the grassy floor, initiating a little wrestling match between them. As their dating progressed, Spike had also found out that, with the exception of extreme public displays of affection, Rainbow was quite touchy-feely… something he was more than okay with, though it was not too expected from her for some reason. After much laughing and playful screaming, the increasingly out of breath couple found themselves in an interesting position: Rainbow had pinned Spike to the ground, having sat on his pelvic area to keep him down while the latter supported his torso with his elbows. Panting and calming down, the two locked eyes once more, both of their cheeks red with exertion and damp with sweat. Peering into each other’s gaze, the world around them seemed to matter less and less as the moments dragged on, Rainbow’s expression relaxing and and endearing smirk graced her lips. Spike’s expression soon reciprocated and the two leaned into each other, slowly but surely pressing their lips together in a chaste yet meaningful kiss. Spike sat up and let Rainbow get more comfortable as said chaste kiss soon evolved into something more, the latter gripping onto Spike’s jaw with both hands while one of his hands went to her ass and using the other to run his fingers through her long, flowing hair. Eyes closed, a gentle, feminine moan of satisfaction emanated from Dash’s lips when they separated, only for her to dive right back in for more unexpectedly. The two quickly realized how heated they were becoming as their adrenaline-fueled makeout session continued with time becoming a blur. Spike was finally able to see past the lustful shroud placed on his mind, discovering their new position: Rainbow was now beneath him, looking up at him almost innocently (which was incredibly arousing in its own right) while her hands had found themselves under his shirt. In turn, one of his hands laid on the ground to support him while the other was just below her right breast, its intended target. The two stared at each other unsure of where to go from there. Unsure of the other’s thoughts despite both of them knowing that they themselves wanted to continue, they released themselves from each other. “S-Someone might fly over…” Spike pointed out, helping Rainbow off the ground and dusting her off. “Yeah… y-you’re right. We should probably get to our workout.” “Right behind you.” To dissipate awkwardness or any potential ill will, Rainbow placed her lips on his for a few seconds, separating and flashing him a genuine smile, one which Spike gladly returned. With the air cleared and their heart-rates going, they happily moved back to their initial positions where they had their water as well as a collection of weights. It was about an hour and a half later that both of them were sore enough to call it quits for the day. Apparently, Rainbow Dash had also procrastinated enough on some administrative work she had to do for weather job. Thus, it was mutually decided to part ways for the remainder of the day, the two collecting their things and sharing one last, short kiss before splitting up. [Library] Spike, Just in case you didn’t remember, I’ll be in Canterlot until tomorrow evening. Enjoy the Library to yourself but please make sure you still get your chores done. You know how to reach me if you need anything. See you tomorrow! Love you! -Twi Upon returning to the Library and letting himself in, Spike had come across that very reminder, reinforcing the idea that he could just lounge in peace. After reading the last line, a gentle smirk graced his features as he quickly and haphazardly planned his evening alone. Despite the girls having felt absolutely terrible on the numerous occasions where they had to go adventuring without him, Spike really bore little ill will… in fact, he embraced the quiet time that he would often receive as a result. That meant he could invite friends over or go out into town on his own. This time though, he would have a night to himself. The first thing he wanted to do was heat up the massive pizza that was in the freezer. While that was going, he’d have a much needed shower due to the dried sweat all over his body making him feel absolutely disgusting… yet there was a distinguished ‘good’ sense in feeling disgusting in that respect because Spike knew that, combined with the residual soreness he felt all over, he had a gorgeous workout. Striding to his room while quickly stripping off his shirt, he kept thinking that the adjective ‘gorgeous’ would be more aptly applied to Rainbow Dash, whose tight figure in that particular set of exercise outfit he could not banish from his mind. Part of him really had hoped that she would have been able to come over, but with her having procrastinated on her work as usual, she would probably be up all night. It was no matter though, as Spike would see her sometime in the afternoon tomorrow. Others were taking notice that the two were starting to become inseparable, which was one of the changes about Rainbow that raised more than a few eyebrows since she was one who loved her space. Shirtless, he strode back into the kitchen and with the speed and precision of a hungry dude post-workout, the aforementioned pizza was beginning to bake in the oven within forty-five seconds. Wasting no time, he walked back to his room, the sound of his feet impacting the hardwood floors the only sound that reverberated off of the empty Library. As he stripped down completely and got the shower going, Spike was drawn to the hilarious memory of when he first revealed his new relationship with Rainbow Dash to Twilight. She was so blindsided by the revelation that her normally strong word-filter failed her completely. That was the day Twilight learned that the only appropriate response to “Rainbow Dash and I are dating” was “Congratulations!” and not “Why?” Stepping in and letting the hot water cascade over his form, his thoughts quickly drifted back to Rainbow Dash and their little ‘scene’ in the fields. The fact that both of them were almost lost to the hold of carnal lust out in the open was speaking to Spike on a deeper level. The two had been on several dates, though ‘date’ would be a rather grandiose term for ‘getting a pizza to go and watching a movie at one of their places.’ Said ‘dates’ more often than not began with leaning on each other, then cuddling, then disregarding the movie three quarters of the way through and making out for a statistical average of two hours. It had been over a month, he really liked this girl, and Spike ultimately wished to take things further. That was just it though. The idea was either “it’s only been over a month,” or “it’s been over a month;” inflection and wordage were important. It was one of the old conundrums of wanting to progress physically with a girl after an uncertain amount of time and risk looking like a desperate, sex-crazed asshole; and even though the idea from a bystander’s position sounded absolutely ludicrous, it was very much a real hesitation of his. Spike shrugged as he finished bathing himself. This was nothing to lose sleep over, and knowing Rainbow Dash, she’d probably tease him about not being more forward with her on the matter but he resolved to speak with her tomorrow on the subject. If her own actions were anything to go by, surely she would agree? [Two hours later…] By ten in the evening, the entire pizza had already well been consumed and Spike was comfortably full, sitting on a chair next to the fireplace dressed in a baggy white t-shirt and some mesh shorts. He was catching up on a novel that he was reading and he absolutely loved the progress he made in the past two hours. In fact, he was nearing the end of the book and was figuratively bouncing on his feet with anticipation as to how the main character was gonna save himself from near-impossible odds when three knocks sounded at the front door, immediately destroying his imagination of the scene. “Seriously? Who the hell knocks at ten at night!?” Spike voiced his indignation, placing a bookmark in the appropriate place and set it aside, standing up and walking towards the front door. He did not even care if he was considered presentable or not… who would at this time? “I swear if it’s another Discord’s Witness…” Spike swore under his breath as he turned the doorknob. The moment he opened the door, he felt a pair of hands tug harshly on his shirt and his lips were then assaulted by another pair of lips, the identity of their owner hidden under the veil of a grey hoodie. The kiss ended as quickly as it came on, the ‘assailant’ hastily entering the stunned young man’s abode and dropping their hood: revealing pretty much who one would expect. “Sup Spikey?” Rainbow greeted (with his pet name this time) jovially with her usual, cocky grin, dragging the somewhat startled Spike from the doorway and shutting the door for them. Finally out of his stupor and giving her a quick once-over, she was wearing a generic baggy, zip-up hoodie and loose, black track-pants; normal attire for her. Her hair was also tied up in a hastily-done ponytail. “Well…” Spike uttered, licking his lips and facilitating their recover from her surprise attack but more than happy to have her nonetheless. “You’re an unexpected surprise. What happened to your backlogged work?” She waved him off dismissively. “Ehh it was a lot less than I thought, so I was able to finish it all. Then I was bored, couldn’t sleep, one thing lead to another and now I’m here. What, not happy to see me?” she rebutted smugly, eyebrow raise and a cheeky grin plastered on her face. Although her attempts to rile Spike up were not as successful and hilarious as they were when they first got together, she still saw it as a sense of endearment. So did he. “Oh I’m always happy to see you. I’m just more surprised that you managed to finish your work in one go,” Spike riposted with his own smirk, Rainbow rolling her eyes. “Har har har, but you don’t become manager of Ponyville’s weather station frigging yourself all day,” she pointed out with equally lewd hand gestures, taking Spike off guard though he eventually giggled in an undignified manner. “Well that went from zero to sixty…” Spike commented, moving to put his book away now that he had more pleasurable company. “I’m always at sixty, Spike. You should be used to that by now.” “Please, no one gets used to you, Dashie. You keep everyone on their feet. Anyway, anything you wanted to do?” Spike asked for her preference. Once the question left his mouth, his original thoughts on speaking to her about going farther in their physical relationship resurfaced. Perhaps he’d have a chance to voice the idea tonight… “Yeah, actually! Let’s go to your room, I’ve got something cool to show you!” she exclaimed excitedly, harshly grabbing his hand and leading the way without giving him any chance to react. “Ummm, okay!” The two found themselves in his room and Rainbow slung Spike into his bed so he’d sit on the edge. This was not the first time Rainbow asked to show him something, and by ‘something’ she meant usually a new movie, a new Daring Do novel, or even a limited edition Wonderbolts trading card. He’d seen it all, and even if he did not particularly share the same enthusiasm about it all, he was more than happy to listen to her blab passionately about something that made her happy. Dragging himself back to reality, he faced the almost giddy athlete standing in front of him. “Alright this is so cool, check this shit out!” Without any other semblance of a warning, Rainbow Dash quickly unzipped her jacket, dropped it where she stood and unceremoniously dropped her sweatpants. What Spike saw immediately voided his mouth of any moisture as his breath hitched in the back of his throat, his jaw going completely slack and his already pale complexion becoming even paler. The sheer speed in which his member hardened probably tore through a parallel universe somewhere. His irises widened almost comically as he was attempting to take in the sight in front of him: With Dash losing her first layer of the clothes, Spike was completely flabbergasted to find her clad in nothing but a tight, cyan bikini which had her cutie marks sewn in on the cups, clearly custom made… though the cups were not really traditional ‘cups’ as they were just standard triangles covering most but not all of her boner-inducing tits while squeezing them together to create bountiful cleavage; just enough to complement her figure perfectly yet leave just a little residual to the imagination. The tan-lines on her chest certainly did not match up with the bra-cups, courtesy of her sportswear, and in dragging his gaze down from her pair of fleshy eye-magnets, his mouth watered at the sight of her perfectly toned stomach in which Spike likened to a preferential mathematical function: smooth and well defined. The slight vertical, muscular contours of her abs disappeared into her bikini bottom between her legs, Spike knowing but still wishing to see exactly where they ended. In Rainbow Dash’s typical characteristic of ‘not giving a single shit,’ she flung her arms downward in a little ‘ta-da!’ pose, the soft candlelight dancing erotically on her unbelievably smooth, slightly-tanned skin and reflecting off of her captivating eyes. “So, summer’s just around the corner and I needed a new swimsuit. Thought I’d get your opinion since you’re my boyfriend I guess…” she joked, giving him a little twirl so he could drink in her perfect ass, cutie marks slightly cut off by the fabric of her bikini bottom. She then faced him once more and placed both hands on her hips sexily. “So, what’dya think? Pretty awesome right?” What Spike intended to say was that said bikini looked “absolutely, undeniably sexy” on her athletic, busty body, but what came out instead was something along the lines of “D’yah…” with an accompanying, almost forced nod. Rainbow giggled hard at having successfully floored Spike, letting her prismatic hair down completely and the length falling to her mid-back. Her eyelids fell and those hypnotizing, often intimidating magenta eyes locked squarely on to the brilliant emeralds of Spike, Rainbow beginning to sensually sashay her way over to her sitting boy. She quickly mounted his lap, knees on the outside of his legs and rested her weight on his quads while she rested her arms on his shoulders. Spike instinctively cupped her butt with both of his hands, holding her in place. The two never broke eye contact. “What would you say... if I didn't just come over to put on a little show for you,” Rainbow admitted and alluded, leaning in and nuzzling her cheek against his, Spike returning the sweet gesture in kind. With no one on the outside nor her friends to tease her, she allowed herself to embrace a little bit more of general sappiness. “Oh? Lied about not being able to sleep?” Spike asked, burying his face in her neck and gently sniffing as he nuzzled her there. She had definitely showered, as the captivating scent of her tell-tale ‘sea-mist’ body wash was strong. He absolutely loved the smell of it on her, and he continued to prod her neck with his nose and place gentle kisses as his hands gingerly began to rub her asscheeks in circles. Rainbow let out a shaky breath as her hands gripped his shoulders, absolutely refusing to let go. Her bikini-clad chest was pressed tightly against his. “N-No… I couldn’t sleep because your stupid, cheesy-ass keeps making me think about you,” she answered honestly if reluctantly, beginning to rock her hips in motion with his little massage while completely eating up the attention she was receiving on her neck. That was yet another little ‘tick’ that Spike had discovered during a spontaneous makeout session one and a half weeks prior: an exploitably sensitive neck. Spike chuckled as he relished in a new feeling of one of Dash’s hands tracing its way down his side. He then gave her a tiny little bite right on the nook of her collarbone. “Ahh…!” she involuntarily and curtly cried out, though at a reasonable volume. Rainbow allowed her eyes to close and she subconsciously bit the left side of her lower lip, becoming complete putty in his hands. Said hands began kneading harder into her ass. “What a coincidence…” Spike softly retorted confidently, licking the very spot he bit her and forcing a little shiver out of her. “I’ve been thinking a lot about you too.” “You better be,” Dash weakly threatened, grinding her crotch into his clearly pitched tent with an initial, gentle rhythm. Spike pulled back from her neck so he could lock eyes with her again, their noses touching, lips barely separated, and their hot breaths being lost upon each other’s face as gentle pants filled the room. “Spike…” she moaned out rhetorically letting herself bathe in the small, pleasureful tingles that were serving to entice her arousal out even more. “Hmmm?” Her words continued to evade her as the covered head of Spike’s fully erect spire teasingly prodded her netherlips through the fabric of her bikini, but could realistically not go beyond that… how she longed to just impale herself on him right this minute. “Y-You wanna go further, Dash?” Spike asked hesitantly, hoping he was interpreting the message correctly and fearful he would immediately lose the wonderful feeling of his girlfriend dry-humping him. “I guess me trying... to actually get your dick in me wasn’t key enough, you doof…” she quipped. She finally closed the distance between their mouths and smashed her lips against his, taking no shame in forcing her tongue straight into his mouth, the both of them moaning into each other as their grinding rhythm held constant. Their tongues caressed each other and wrestled for dominance while Spike’s hands moved further up his girlfriend’s body, tracing lines with his fingers and fingernails up her exposed back from her bikini bottom to the horizontal strap of her top. Rainbow leaned back and eagerly helped Spike out of his shirt, his eyes settling straight on the tits in his face once the fabric cleared his head. Rainbow giggled once more at his shyness coming to the forefront. “You know you can touch ‘em, right?” she asked teasingly with a bitten lip, waiting for his hands, currently on her sides, to inch up to her glorious melons. He nodded and slowly slid his hands upward, Rainbow enjoying his sexual touch at every inch but lo and behold, he settled hesitantly just below the hem of her bikini top. Spike locked eyes with her once more asking for silent confirmation, to which Dash rolled her eyes and huffed out in irritation. She grabbed both of his hands by the wrists. “Just… put them on my fucking tits already,” she swore in irritation, placing his palms squarely on her boobs, his immediate reaction being to cup them and sink his digits into the unbelievably soft yet firm flesh. “Mmmm, now was that so hard?” she asked, relishing in how he was taking off in a little breast massage. Spike’s initial paranoia settled, he felt he now had the freedom to act a little more forward, which he intended to capitalize on. “I’ll show you hard…” he quipped once more, leaning in and nuzzling his cheeks against her titflesh before pretty much burying his face in her cleavage, absolutely reveling in the feeling of her perfectly smooth mammaries surrounding his face. Rainbow Dash moaned at the new sensation, placing her left hand on the back of his head as to keep him there and let him enjoy himself. She also ran her fingers through his hair and traced along his scalp. Soon enough though, Spike’s fingers slid under the fabric of her bra and pulled the ‘cups’ down, revealing her her entire breasts and hardened little nipples. “Oooh… going straight for it huh?” Rainbow asked delightedly, immediately following up with a shaky sigh as Spike began tracing his tongue around her right nipple. Due to what was in front of him, he wisely chose not to respond, instead opting to switch and take her left nipple entirely into his mouth and beginning to suck. “Mmmm Spike…” Rainbow moaned out at a slightly higher pitch, closing her eyes and just losing herself to the sensation of his wet tongue contorting around her nipple while he sucked and generated a hugely-erotic ‘slurping’ sound. Spike continued to alternate between her boobs and for a first-timer (or so she thought), she had to admit that he was doing spectacular job. She had known he was obsessed with her tits by just the ways he attempted to sneak a glance at them, but certainly not to this degree as evident by the way he treating them like an infant wanting nothing more but to feed. Reluctantly, she gingerly pushed his head away, he looking up to her questioningly. That’s when she dismounted from his lap and sexily snaked her way to her knees and between his legs, placing her right palm flush against the length of his concealed shaft. “Hmmm, I guess you did like what you saw,” she commented proudly, beginning to idly rub her palm up and down his length, her lidded, lustful gaze only intensifying. “You have no idea, Rainbow…” Spike replied in a daze, already missing those big tits in his mouth, though he had to say that the view below him was quite spectacular. “How about letting me see what I’ve got to play with?” With that, Rainbow Dash took hold of the hem of his shorts and pulled them down, allowing his rock-hard and already leaking dick to spring up in all of its glory. The moment she laid eyes on what was poking her down below not even ten minutes ago, she completely gave up control and immediately grasped it in her right hand, taking the head into her mouth. “Fuuuuck!” Spike cried out, having probably lost a few days off his lifespan with the self-control he had to call upon to keep from cumming right then and there. Rainbow eased up and gently suckled on the tip of his cock while her hand gently stroked his length. She released the head with a little pop and looked up at him mischievously, never ceasing her stroking. “Told you I’m always at sixty… looks like we’re gonna have to train your endurance,” Dashie alluded, leaning low and dragging her tongue up the entire length of his shaft before taking him into her mouth once more. Spike dug his fingers into the bed and gave a rather undignified moan at the feeling and sight of Rainbow Dash straight-up sucking his cock. It most certainly appeared that he was getting his wish from before. Rainbow closed her eyes as she bobbed on his length, switching to her left hand to stroke him as her mouth moved downward, sucking and ensuring to replicate on his head how he swirled his tongue on her nipples. Having his throbbing, easily more-than-adequate-in-length erection halfway in her mouth was turning her on more than she ever thought possible, having no choice but to slide her free right hand into her bottoms, beginning to rub her bare and already drenched slit. As a result, she let out moans of varying lengths, purposefully sending the vibrations straight into his dick and making Spike breath that much harder and moan that much more. Rainbow began to feel him struggle even more and felt his release quickly approaching, so she tapered off and eventually removed him from her mouth, a strand of saliva mixed with precum connecting her lips to his tip. “Remember… endurance training,” Rainbow panted out, reaching her left hand behind her and untying her bikini top, letting it fall off of her and leaving her completely bare from her torso up. Spike was able to get himself under control and barely had a chance to gaze over Rainbow’s topless form before she immediately leaned forward, enveloping his entire shaft with her tits and using both of her hands to squeeze them nice and tightly around him, giving him no respite. “Ohhh god… Rainbow…” Spike uttered, immediately being assaulted by the pleasure being delivered from her two pillowy boobs and finding himself already having to make sure he did not blow early. He averted his gaze and rested his eyes as he got his breathing under control. “Nuh uh, Spike… look at me,” Rainbow seductively ordered, squeezing him tighter in her breasts’ grip. Obeying, he opened his eyes and peered down at her, finding Rainbow staring back with unadulterated, burning lust and desire, along with his cock buried completely between her tits with the tip poking out the top of her mouth-watering cleavage. Having settled down a bit more, Spike’s member throbbed harder and he confidently returned an identical gaze. “That’s better…” she cooed, looking down and spitting into her cleavage. She made sure to mix her saliva with the copious amounts of precum that dribbled out of the head of his cock by alternatingly moving her boobs around him, the head moving almost hypnotically back and forth between her two mounds. He could not afford to be hypnotized though, lest he cream prematurely. The feeling was already incredible and bordering on too much to handle, but Spike knew for a fact that this was far from over. And he definitely did not want it to be over. “Rest period’s up, Spike… and don’t you dare look away,” Rainbow teasingly commanded, beginning to work her tits together up and down his entire length, painfully slowly stroking upward and setting them down on his thighs on the downstroke. As much as she was having fun ‘ordering’ him around, Rainbow Dash was getting off on pleasuring him, feeling he deserved this for reasons. She knew he loved her boobs and she could think of nothing better to reinforce that. “Mmmm, how’s this?” she asked, speeding up a little while tightening the grip of her boobs around him, having her nipples slip between her knuckles as she adjusted said grip. More precum began leaking like a broken faucet out of him, quickly coating her cleavage in Spike’s fluids and helping produce a ‘schlicking’ sound each time his dick passed through her tits. “Fucking… amazing, Dash,” Spike answered with some difficulty, involuntarily beginning to buck his hips on her downstrokes. Rainbow pressed on, increasing her speed yet again and employing the use of her quads to keep giving Spike the titfuck of his life. Spike was in absolute heaven, and when he wanted to take things farther, he admittedly did not think of something like this, but by golly he surely wasn’t complaining as clearly evident by his erratic breathing and varying moans. “Dashie, I’m so close…” he warned, but Rainbow had already long sensed his cock ready to explode, so she eased off yet again by decreasing her speed but never releasing him from the heavenly grip of her velvety skin pillows. “Not yet you’re not.” “Now you’re just being evil, I’m dying here!” Spike protested, but his words fell on deaf ears as her lust-filled expression remained unphased. In fact, her eyes lidded even more as her expression molded into one of desire and determination. “What part of ‘endurance training’ do you not understand?” “UGH! I hate you!” “No you don’t,” Rainbow Dash replied confidently, altering her position so she was leaning more over his lower body while keeping her tits pressed firmly together. “C’mere,” she beckoned, he complying wordlessly almost immediately as she had him move his torso back just a little bit so she could lay her tits on him completely, only the lower half of his legs hanging over the side of the bed. She then squeezed them nice and tightly once more and looked to him with an eyebrow raised as sexily as she could muster.   “Go on then… fuck ‘em.” Spike needed no further invitation as he began bucking his hips rhythmically, sending his dick straight through her heavenly-slickened cleavage. Her determined, cocky smile only served to make him impossibly harder and urge his actions on, continuing to thrust at an increasing speed and power, the sound of his thighs slapping against the underside of her boobs by far the dominant and most arousing noise echoing through his room. Rainbow also egged him on by moaning out little words of encouragement. “That’s it… Mmmmm~, finish strong, Spike…” “Dashie…” Spike groaned out in return, Rainbow Dash finding it irresistible to bend her head down and take a lick of his head as it passed through her wet cleavage. “Come on Spike… keep going… “Don’t stop ‘til you cum,” Dash ordered, never taking his eyes off his face but still glancing down to see his throbbing dick ravage her tits. Seeing him in this much pleasure was almost enough to make her cum as well. “Dash!” Spike cried out, the feelings catching up with him completely and forcing him over the edge. Thrusting through one last time, his dick erupted and jettisoned strand after strand of his hot seed straight into her cleavage and neck, gutturally moaning constantly. “There we go!” Rainbow exclaimed happily as the strings kept striking her under the chin, but they quickly subsided once his balls were sufficiently drained. Spike opened his eyes, face matted with sweat, only to find his rainbow-haired girlfriend nearly coated from the neck down to her cleavage in his sticky jizz, his dick still resting between her boobs as she rubbed the solution over her skin. The sight made him re-harden almost immediately and finally the ability to form coherent sentences returned to him.   “Fuck me that was—” “Fucking awesome?!” Rainbow Dash completed his sentence for him, gathering up what she could of Spike’s cum and licking it off of her hands while never, again, taking her lustful gaze off of him. “I don’t even think that’s generous enough,” he voiced, taking a deep breath and sighing out, wiping his forehead with his hand. Rainbow giggled and stood up, turning around and shimmying out of her bikini bottoms before turning to face him again, letting him lay eyes on her wet, completely bare slit and the entirety of her nude self. If Spike was not fully hard before, he was now. “You better have some energy left for one last race…” the prismatic-haired girl commented, having Spike slide onto the bed proper before straddling him just below his crotch. She peered stroked his length to ensure that he indeed was good to go before gazing back up at his face, her smirk and gorgeous lidded, magenta eyes conveying her overflowing sexual fervor for her boyfriend beneath her. “Anything for you, Dash…” Spike replied, the comment forcing Rainbow to bite her lower lip as she positioned herself over her target. She slowly lowered herself onto him, letting his spire penetrate her folds and hilt into her completely, sighing out at the pleasureful fullness the entire way down. On his part, Spike’s dick twitched anew in being enveloped in her sopping wet, incredibly tight, velvety pussy. He too let out a breath he was holding, relishing in the feeling in his own way. Both savored the calm, closing their eyes a moment as they felt each other’s heartbeats emanating from their loins. It didn’t take long for Dash to start rocking her hips, bringing both of them out of their seemingly meditative stupors to truly start having sex. Spike’s hands slid up and down Rainbow’s stomach as her rocking slowly evolved into light bouncing, shaky breaths evolving into gentle moans in kind. She rested her hands on his chest to help support her endeavors as she increased her speed while Spike’s hands found their way to her ass to help facilitate her movements. He gripped her cheeks tightly and massaged them, adding to Rainbow’s increasing pleasure and forcing stronger moans, groans, and ‘squeaks’ of increasing arousal out of her mouth. “Ahhhh!—Ahhhnn!—you better—AH!—keep up with me,” Rainbow got out through her systematic whimpers. “Mmmm… don’t worry… I will!” Spike played along, looking up at his girlfriend enjoying the ride on his dick. Rainbow put more power into actually bouncing on his cock, almost removing him completely from her pussy only to impale herself immediately after. Spike fixated on her contorting, pleasureful facial expressions as well as her gorgeous tits bouncing above him with the exact rhythm she bounced on his shaft. Eventually, he had to snake his hands up her body and capture both of those boobs in his hands. Rainbow showed no signs of stopping and continued to increase her speed. Spike decided to change things up a bit when Rainbow lifted herself up: he had her hold her position hovering slightly above him, allowing him to buck his hips upward and effectively beat into her. “AAAH! Yes!! Right there Spike!!” Rainbow cried out at the sensation, gripping his chest firmly while his shaft systematically speared her pussy above him effectively. His hands held her ass firmly but he sensed his inbound climax. Thus, he edged off and brought her back down onto him. “Why’d you stop—WHOA!” Rainbow Dash’s complaints were silenced when Spike flipped their positions, placing Rainbow below him and he between her legs. Getting the message immediately and smirking ravenously at Spike’s forwardness, she wrapped her legs around his lower back and pulled him into her just as he was re-aligning himself with her winking hole, having him bury himself completely. “Mmm fuck me, Spike…” she cooed, raising her arms above her head as she looked up at him, to which he began thrusting immediately. “How’s that, Dashie??” he asked as he sped up his movements, angling his dick as best as he could so his head ground directly against her upper wall. The effect was immediate. “Yes!! Right there Spike please— MMMM!—just keep hitting thAAAT!” Rainbow moaned loudly, not expecting to be near completely at his mercy in a sexual manner. It was clear that Spike certainly did have some experience that she was not aware of but those questions would be for later. She instinctively moved her right hand between her legs and began rubbing her clit furiously. Spike looked down upon his girlfriend and there was just something about seeing her staring back at him, cheeks completely flushed, moaning with little pattern, and her tongue lolling somewhat out of her mouth that was making his cock throb almost painfully inside her. Spike changed things up just a bit, opting to increase his depth and power to which he pounded her hungry pussy, Rainbow moving her free left hand to her left breast. She groped herself and pinched her nipple while her fingers on her right hand continued to go to town on her little button. Rainbow’s tunnel was beginning to pulsate more around his shaft and that, combined with the actual act of fucking her and watching her writhe under him was beginning to push him to the point of climax. “Rainbow…” “Me too Spikey..MMMnneh!! Tie the race with— AHHH!—me!” Rainbow confirmed her own position relative to her climax. She was so close… “Where do you want—” “Blow it all over—UNHHH!—my stomach!” “Okay!” Spike breathed out, nodding as he gave Rainbow’s pussy his all. She bared her teeth and moaned out through them, employing both of her hands to massage her tits together but after a couple of good spears against her upper walls it all came crashing down around her, Rainbow crying out hard (where it sounded like she had hurt herself) as she completely lost the battle to an explosive orgasm. The immediate effect was her love-tunnel gripping Spike’s shaft nice and hard as he continued pounding into her, making short work of any token endurance that he could hope to muster, pulling out just in time to paint her stomach with spurt after spurt of his cum. Balls expended once more, Spike comfortably leaned forward, using his arms to support him above Rainbow Dash. Both pairs of eyes were closed in ‘recovery’ while their subsiding moans and heavy breathing filled the room for what seemed like several minutes. Lust finally scaling back and ceding control over their other senses, the two opened their eyes almost simultaneously, sharing a smile between them. They still continued to pant, heart rates elevated and cheeks still flushed, though the looks of lust were replaced with ones of endearment. “So… how’d I do, coach?” Spike eventually asked, reviving the jesting atmosphere between them. Rainbow giggled in a rather overly-feminine manner (for her) as a result of the post-coital glow and pulled his face down to hers for an obligatory post-sex, love-filled make-out session. They separated after an undetermined amount of time.   “Not bad at all... though I think we may need to work just a little bit on your technique next time…” Rainbow played along, shooting Spike a challenging, teasing look accompanied with a wink. He was more than okay with that.